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All About You (Krissie)

Yeah, that’s not me. I thought taking my picture this morning would be boring so I looked among pictures stashed on my desktop and thought, there’s never too much Hiddleston in this world, even on Pinterest.
Got a thousand things to do, coz I get to go down to see Crusie tomorrow! Gotta cancel the knee surgery (more later), order refills, deal with all sorts of ephemera. I finished the taxes (phew!) and now I can enjoy myself for a few days (though I’ll work in NJ too).
One hassle – I was going to bring beer down as a present for Mollie. Up the road is a world class brewery – people come from all over the world to get their special brews. I was going to bring down a couple of growlers, and Richie was going up to buy them when we discovered they’re closed on Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday (and last week they were closed on Saturday as well). With the brewery they don’t give a shit that it’s one of the biggest tourist weekends in VT (Columbus Day and Canada Thanksgiving) and they just closed. (No matter what time of year or time of day you have to be prepared to stand in line to get your beer – they’re that hot shit).
I’m really lucky in that I have two BFFs that I can have girl time with. With Crusie we talk writing, pop culture, crochet, and everything else. With Sally we talk family history, quilting, k-dramas and everything else.

So here’s the question. Do all of you have a BFF that you get to run away with/to every now and then? Or do you have to live through it vicariously? My sister actually used to be one of my BFF’s. We did masses of stuff together – travelled, shopped, took each other to the doctor, etc. I just realized that’s not usual. I also realized that I’m actually suffering from some PTSD from my mother’s rages. Interesting.

Anyway, do you get Girl Time with friends or sisters? The soul needs it, as well as a room of one’s own.

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10 thoughts on “All About You (Krissie)”

Jessiesays:

Wow. Interesting question. I never thought about not having a BBF anymore. I used to have but one developed Alzheimer’s and the other died and the other now has grandchildren and a male friend and her attention is pretty much devoted to them.

Part of it is my fault. When my mom had her stroke and I became her guardian, all of my time seemed to be devoted to making sure she was getting care, taking her to therapy and taking care of house stuff. And I let the friend stuff go by the wayside. I haven’t really missed it because my husband and I do so much together now that he is retired. But I am going to have to think about this because guys just aren’t the same.

My BFF lives across the Atlantic. I will hopefully see her in December, which will be the first time in, oh, 3-4 years. We keep up via email and the occasional phon call, during which she has a headset and does her thing, and I put it on loudspeaker and bead or knit or whatever. No matter how long it’s been since we saw each other last, it always feels like we just saw each other last week, it’s so seamless. And, of course, that’s how you recognize BFFs…as opposed to other friends that you have to explain yourself to.

Krissie, I’ve got a new-to-me word for you — “decasstelation.” I don’t foresee needing to use it all that often — it refers to eliminating the military power of castles– but it is rather charming.

I have always found it easy to make and keep friends. My solid relationship with my sister gave me a good foundation for relating to other women. It also helps that I live in the Washington DC area. Not only am I surrounded by interesting, intelligence people, but few of them grew up around here. So we all use friendships as a day-to-day replacement for families.

Going to boarding school, I have dear dear friends who I may not see for decades, literally, and we pick up where we left off. There are four of them who I know will always be part of my life. I also have two dear friends from university, same deal. We are useless at keeping in touch day to day, but when we are together, it all comes back. My closest friend is a fellow writer, Susan, who I think of as a sister. We met in 1981 when we were both taken on as temporary sales workers at a very high-end department store in London. , More recently, I discovered that I have a stepsister who has become very dear to me. She is the daughter of my stepmother, but was given up for adoption as a baby – we are nearly the same age, but it is a bit weird because my half-brother and half sister don’t know about her, and my stepmother pretends I don’t know about her. Family. Go figure.

My sister and I could spend endless amounts of time together. We are fortunate to live near each other, but still wish we had more time. We know we’ve been together a lot when we start being telepathic!

I did not establish any real close friendships until we moved to Joe’s home town in 1971. I was a Navy Brat and went to many, many schools. I did spend 4 years with the same people in college but those relationships are too distant. But now I have friends who are sisters. Especially one-her kids call me Aunt . That is Ant in Missouri. We have shared hell and happiness. My sister lives in Atlanta. She is 5 years younger than I (think older sister vs hippie) but we are closer than ever.

I’m a USAF brat, so I’m in the same boat. My friends forever are my first BFF I ever had, we’re across the country from each other, and she has kids and I don’t, but we are still BFFs, and my friends from our days learning to sing, in classes and operas. We know each other under pressure, so we know each other pretty well.

I have sisters in Australia, but I see them once a year. Fabulous when we get together. I have one close friend in L.A, good friends in the desert, but my best bestie is my daughter if I need help with anything.